MGTOWer complains: By 18, women are “either dating 30 year old millionaires or (if less attractive) f***ing the football team.”

In case anyone was wondering, the Men Going Their Own Way movement has managed to survive the implosion of MGTOWforums.com that I wrote about a little while ago. Yep, the regulars from there have moved on to several new forums where they continue to celebrate their independence from the women of the world by happily discussing such manly hobbies as video games, model trains, taxidermy and knitting.

Oh, who am I kidding? They don’t talk about any of that stuff. Basically they continue to nurse their grudges against the women who wouldn’t date them in high school, somehow convincing themselves that the best way to be “free” of women is to obsess about them every minute of every day.

Take the charming fella who calls himself ManWithAPlan, who has managed to win himself nearly 1900 “likes” from his comrades on the MGTOW HQ message boards with comments like the following:

I hate [women] because most of them acted like stuck up cunts when they were young and hot. Then they hit 30+ and decide to settle down, and when there are no men to settle down, they start shaming men. This is where most of my hate/negativity comes from, the fact that these women feel entitled to “good” men after having spent the last 15-20 years telling guys “just because you bought me a drink/dinner doesn’t mean I owe you sex”.

And every woman acts this way. Oh you want to slut it up? Sure go ahead and be a cum rag, but I would never date a cum rag. And how would they react to that? “Oh well that’s your preference and you’re entitled to it”. Yeah right, they’d flip their shit and go into shaming language ahoy.

The reason I derive so much pleasure from this is because for the first time in their lives women are being held accountable for their actions. And they don’t fucking like it. Remember when some girl/woman got you in trouble for just crying while you weren’t in the wrong? This is fucking payback.

(Emphasis mine.)

This may sound a little harsh, but you need to remember that for most young women, life is just an endless VIP party:

Women are born with their so called value. By 15 or whatever they have the looks and power to attract most men. By 18, depending on how attractive they are, they’re either dating 30 year old millionaires or (if less attractive) fucking the football team. And they retain this value until at some point into their 30’s, sometimes 40’s. Men get nothing. We are born invisible. We have to claw, work and suffer for 2-3 decades before we get any recognition. And by that point, we no longer have the energy or fast metabolism we had in our youth. So that means double time for us.

Women are handed the world on a silver platter, men have to fight for it.

Is the MGTOW movement the least successful “independence” movement ever? They’re like someone who breaks up with you, angrily marches out the front door, slams it behind them — and then spends the next five years on your front porch peering in the window.

I agree w/Kootiepatra. Speaking of invisible people, why is ‘shy, awkward, insecure, bookish nerd’ always coded male? I was a shy, awkward, insecure, bookish nerd and (spoiler alert) a girl. I spent most of high school believing I would never get a date. Any time a guy I liked came to ask me ‘a kind of personal question,’ he generally wanted advice on how to tell the girl he liked (who was not me) that he was interested in her

Skye,
Me too! Speaking of invisible. That’s what people like us are. Women are always supposed to be socially adept. So many people don’t realize socially awkward women exist. Literally every guy I ever dated I met while drinking. Only alcohol loosens up the inhibitions enough to get me to point where I can flirt! Once on a date, I’m fine, but the initial contact is so hard for me.

Not only coded male, but used as cover/excuse for men who are no such thing – the creepers. Like WWTH said, women are expected (as in ‘required’) to be socially adept, to smooth things out for the poor awkard shy geeky etc etc men, pat them on the heads, read their minds and sex them without having to be asked. We’re also expected to treat every predatory slimeball who uses that imagery as cover as if he is the poor shy etc dude, and be sweet and forgiving and give him a chaaaance and sex him on demand.

But women who’re shy, awkward, and so on? No excuses. If you’re pretty and shy or frightened and some predator is creeping you out (at least) or some NiceGuy is moping after you, it’s entirely your fault for not Telling Him Sooner!

Not sure what level of expertise you need for your question, but although I don’t work in a mental health field, I have a degree in Psychology (focussing on mental health topics) and am starting a PhD studying schizophrenia next year. I also have online access to all the journals and stuff through my university so I could do some digging in the literature for you if it’s that kind of question. I’d be happy to try to advise you if you think I could be of help, just drop me an email.

By 15 or whatever they have the looks and power to attract most men. By 18, depending on how attractive they are, they’re either dating 30 year old millionaires or (if less attractive) fucking the football team.

Um, what? At 15, I had no power whatsoever. And my looks were those of a gawky, awkward, frizzy-haired nerd with occasional zits that I was at constant pains to keep covered up. So, unless “most men” are total creepers who don’t care what you look like as long as you have a vagina they can insert themselves into, this statement makes no sense.

Ditto the “by 18″ bit. At that age, I had grown into my looks a bit (still not as much as I would do after 20, or 30, or 40) but I wasn’t remotely interested in 30-year-olds, millionaire or otherwise (too damn old, and money be damned). And neither was I into football players. My high school didn’t have a football team; basketball was the big thing there, and I hated the basketballers because they fucking HARASSED me daily from Grade 9 on up. And I was unathletic myself, and uninterested in sports, and definitely NOT interested in being a cheerleader.

In fact, at 18, the only real thing I had on the brain was university. So I spent my last year of high school getting the grades that would get me into the school of my choice. Not dating millionaires or sleeping with jocks.

But I guess the idea of an awkward, bright, ambitious girl who would never trade sex for anything is beyond these sock-wankers.

Um, what? At 15, I had no power whatsoever. And my looks were those of a gawky, awkward, frizzy-haired nerd with occasional zits that I was at constant pains to keep covered up. So, unless “most men” are total creepers who don’t care what you look like as long as you have a vagina they can insert themselves into, this statement makes no sense.

Ditto the “by 18″ bit. At that age, I had grown into my looks a bit (still not as much as I would do after 20, or 30, or 40) but I wasn’t remotely interested in 30-year-olds, millionaire or otherwise (too damn old, and money be damned). And neither was I into football players. My high school didn’t have a football team; basketball was the big thing there, and I hated the basketballers because they fucking HARASSED me daily from Grade 9 on up. And I was unathletic myself, and uninterested in sports, and definitely NOT interested in being a cheerleader.

In fact, at 18, the only real thing I had on the brain was university. So I spent my last year of high school getting the grades that would get me into the school of my choice. Not dating millionaires or sleeping with jocks.

But I guess the idea of an awkward, bright, ambitious girl who would never trade sex for anything is beyond these sock-wankers.

That’s because those are the type of girls that these guys notice. I will find the source for this eventually but there have been a couple of studies performed looking at the fact that many men don’t actually even necessarily register the existence of women they don’t find attractive – they just aren’t even on their radar. They don’t register the existence of women who might be too overweight for them (unless they happen to get in the way somehow) or women whose face they don’t think is pretty, etc, therefore in their totally skewed worldview, women who don’t date millionaires at or have sex with the entire football team truly don’t exist for them.

2) I must quickly construct a narrative where Blna will end up bitter and old and saying: I sure wish I’d slept with these guys on their terms while I could have!

3) Ignore any evidence to the contrary.

And meanwhile, here’s me, thinking “Gawd, I really dodged a bullet!”, when I think of these guys at all. If they only knew how much sleeping with them does not enrich a woman’s life…

I will find the source for this eventually but there have been a couple of studies performed looking at the fact that many men don’t actually even necessarily register the existence of women they don’t find attractive – they just aren’t even on their radar. They don’t register the existence of women who might be too overweight for them (unless they happen to get in the way somehow) or women whose face they don’t think is pretty, etc, therefore in their totally skewed worldview, women who don’t date millionaires at or have sex with the entire football team truly don’t exist for them.

Confirmation bias is alive and well…and looks a lot like Farrah Fawcett in her heyday. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of guys who passed me over because I wasn’t a blonde, or because I had glasses, etc. Luckily, my attitude was something on the order of “Oh yeah? Well, who needs YOU, anyway?”

many men don’t actually even necessarily register the existence of women they don’t find attractive.

I would be interested in seeing the studies and it is obvious from some of the statements made by MRAs that they are indeed oblivious to the existence of any woman to whom they are not attracted. However, can we please be careful not to extend that to make sweeping generalisations based on gender? Because that would be prejudiced and wrong.

I find it so comical how women and their mangina friends are so threatened by MGTOW. Why so threatened? Are you afraid more men will discover that women just aren’t worth it? Afraid that society will stop putting pussy on a pedestal? That would be so terrible! Who would foot the bill for your granite countertops for the kitchen you don’t even cook in?

If MGTOWs would actually go their own ways, I wouldn’t have a problem with them.

You want to live in the woods, or a bunker? Go for it.
You want to fix everything with duct tape? You win at life, person.
You want to dance like there’s no one watching? Awesome.
You want to be a dwarf bard (or an ugly elf) online, just to flout stereotypes? Swwweeet.

You want to be crude and snark on a web page that disagrees with you? Not win.

Love that – especially the “This brings us around to a key question: Who the hell has tungsten countertops?” bit. :D

I wonder if granite countertops have a special misandric power that protects them from the extremes – at one end, the burning kaboom power of the sun, at the other, the soggy used-loo-paper whining of MGTOW?

I think I read somewhere that granite counters absorb masculine energy and turn nearby men into manginas. It’s tragic really. If you light a scented candle and place it on a granite counter top, a woman is compelled to cut her hair short and gain 50 lbs and age.

I find it kind of cute how MGTOWs are so convinced they’re these untamed rebels who are shattering women’s sheltered world. They’re like 5 year olds who threaten to go home when the other kids won’t let them have their way all the time, and are sure everyone will beg them to stay. The constant misogynistic slurs are less adorable of course, but I guess the MGTOWs have no choice. On some level the must realize that if they didn’t act like assailed no one would pay any attention to them at all.

You know why I didn’t cook this morning? Because a man had my coffee ready and was making a big delicious breakfast for me when I woke up. (I hope that eats your cookies. I really do.) He didn’t even need a granite counter top to do it. Tonight he’s making a big Sunday dinner for the whole family. I could do it. I’m a good cook. See, some men like to cook. Some people like to cook. Some don’t. Your suggestion that there is something wrong with a woman who doesn’t cook is such gender essential bullshit. Just like women can put in a counter top, men can cook. Try to let that sink into the pudding between your ears.

It’s hilarious that you pretend that my vagina is something that is revered, then in the next instance you use it as an insult. Most men don’t have a vagina, but those who do are “real men”. If your comment here is any indicator of your usual thought process then the best thing you can do for me and for society as a whole is to go far away and keep to yourself. You’re self pity and bigoted hatred is not needed anywhere.

I find it so comical how women and their mangina friends are so threatened by MGTOW. Why so threatened?

Only threatened by the ones that violate our boundaries and make us feel unsafe. The rest of your kind is just pathetic and shamelessly bigoted – not too much of a threat.

Are you afraid more men will discover that women just aren’t worth it?

The more men stop pursuing us as sex objects, the better. Unfortunately, you MGTOWs just don’t want to actually go your own way. I’m assuming the reason for your hypocrisy is that you, like all MGTOWs, are afraid of losing the opportunity to be around us because it is by owning us through sex (or rape, if you indeed are that guy) that you get to validate your identity as a man. Sex is synonymous with ownership to you, and you don’t want to feel like your desire to own others is wrong because that would compromise the masculinity that is so dear to you.

Maybe you’ll think I’m being facetious because I’m a trans woman, and obviously no straight man would ever be sexually interested in our kind. You’re going to have a hard time justifying that view, however, given the unceasing straight male demand for “tr*nny” and “shem*le” porn that depicts us as exotic sex objects who deserve to be treated like trash and the fact that most people who rape and murder us are straight men.

Afraid that society will stop putting pussy on a pedestal? That would be so terrible!

Nope. In fact, I very much welcome the day we are no longer considered sex objects and accused of being privileged for our status as sex objects. Being reduced to external genitalia never was and never will be tantamount to being placed on a pedestal.

Who would foot the bill for your granite countertops for the kitchen you don’t even cook in?

I prefer marble countertops myself. Does that make me more or less anti-male? If it means I’m more anti-male than other women, then I’m an especially mean misandrist. I not only hate myself (clearly I’m a trans woman only because I “failed” as a man), but I hate all men as well due to my love for marble countertops. :: hiss ::

Gas stoves are misandry because men dominate the oil and gas extraction industries because women hate jobs that pay well, and dude is too dumb to have ever asked himself a question like “when I flip the light switch where does the electricity come from?”.

I think you’re mistaken. Everyone knows we get our electricity from cats. There are factories in which big fluffy cats roll around back and forth, generating static electricity enough to power the entire world.

I find it so comical how women and their mangina friends are so threatened by MGTOW. Why so threatened?

Lawls, we’re not threatened, we wish you would go already. Believe me, dudes like you won’t be missed.

How does it feel to be such an impotent rage monster, so much so that the only way you can get women’s attention is to type angry little screeds on a blog? It’s really saying more about you than us, duder.

One of my parents’ cats likes to play-fight with people when she’s up on cat trees. This causes some problems with me, because she takes a swat at whatever is closest to her (not with claws out, but still…) and usually what is closest to her of me is my boobs!

Their other cat has trouble getting down from the top perch. He climbs onto it from the loft over the bookshelves, but then getting down…

I find it so comical how women and their mangina friends are so threatened by MGTOW. Why so threatened? Are you afraid more men will discover that women just aren’t worth it? Afraid that society will stop putting pussy on a pedestal? That would be so terrible!

I find it so comical how you think you speak for all men. Or even a fraction of men. Or anything but a little bunch of whiners.

Anyway, what’s so bad about a vagina that it needs to be used as an insult? Never mind, I don’t want to hear your opinion on it.

You sad, strange little man.

Who would foot the bill for your granite countertops for the kitchen you don’t even cook in?

I’m a man who has no idea how to build a granite countertop (you melt the granite down and pour it into a mold… I guess? Or is that just for swords?), but what’s so darn masculine about footing a bill that a woman can’t do it just as well?

I find it so comical how women and their mangina friends are so threatened by MGTOW. Why so threatened? Are you afraid more men will discover that women just aren’t worth it? Afraid that society will stop putting pussy on a pedestal? That would be so terrible! Who would foot the bill for your granite countertops for the kitchen you don’t even cook in?

Really, if you have to keep telling people how much they’re going to miss you when you go your own way, you are neither: A. Going your own way or B. Going to be missed much when (and if) you do go.

Which is kind of sad, but if these MGTOWs actually went their own way and developed hobbies and interests other than castigating women and whining, they might actually develop some kind of well-rounded personality that other people might actually find appealing. They might form friendships based on common interests and goals rather than hatred/disgust of women. And then somebody might actually miss them when they’re gone without having to be told about it.